In summer, the forest by the river smells of pine, and the warmth makes people feel at ease.

Vedia tied his horse to a tree and walked towards the river.

Although Vedia had only been here once, he was familiar with the terrain and topography, and every time he learned something new about strategy from Marcus, Vidia would always use the map that Mender had left behind to make a deduction until the town of Valuno could win a big victory. Therefore, he has long been familiar with the mountains and rivers here.

Walking to the riverbank of the year, I saw the river that was still flowing, but Vidia's heart could no longer be as calm as when she first saw it, whether it was the so-called garden path or the bodily fluids of the mother goddess, what kind of river was this? It brings a murmur of water to the people of the Northland between March and July, but in other seasons it is a dead silence.

Perhaps, this is not a river at all. Perhaps, the body of Mr. Mender was buried here, and perhaps, the body buried here is far more than Mr. Mender. Thinking of this, Vidia's heart felt like a mess, and he walked all the way along the riverside, and even the smell in his nose changed from a good smell of wood to a faint smell of blood.

It occurred to him that this river, which stood between the Wiegand and the Great Prus, could not be stained with blood?

At this moment, Vidia saw a young man, who was about his age, but there was a hint of rebellious conceit in his eyes. Vedia felt a pang of disgust in his heart, only to feel that the holy place in his heart had been defiled by a child, and he even had a thought in his heart that it would be better if the boy fell directly into the river.

The cold wind of the river blew on Vidia's face, and the ends of his longer hair pierced his face, and he suddenly woke up, only to see the boy trembling into the river as he wished.

It was too late to run over, and all Vidia could do was stop the boy with a loud voice.

Fortunately, after hearing the sound, the young man shifted his eyes from the river to himself, and his footsteps also took half a step backwards from the riverbank to the river. Seeing this, Vidia immediately breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, and looked at the young man carefully.

I saw that the young man was dressed in a short crimson robe, wearing a white scarf with carved flowers, lined with a white undershirt, a pair of long cloth boots on his feet, and a layer of white bottoms tightly wrapped around his legs. Although this costume is not very flashy, it is quite conspicuous in the monotonous and simple northland. Vidia was almost certain that the teenager was definitely not from the town of Valuno.

With three points of hostility and seven points of curiosity, Vidia tentatively inquired about the boy's identity

"Who are you and why are you here?"

To Vidia's great surprise, the young man did not show any weakness, he raised his face and asked the same with a pair of blue eyes

"Who are you and why are you here. ”

What made Vidia feel a little entangled was that the young man's hand had already touched the saber hanging from his waist, and he looked like he was about to use force if he didn't agree with him.

After a few rounds of verbal talk, Vidia has already set out the identity of the young man in front of him, this person claims to be the local lord, and he is also eloquent, and the young man is indeed a lord, all of which adds to Vedia's kind of worrying about what is wrong with people

The two teenagers didn't take advantage of anything, only the raven in the forest "quacked" twice, as if they were cheering for the two of them, but more like laughing.

Vedia had an idea, and then asked Conan where he was and why he waited until after the war to pick peaches when the river was still in the middle of war.

Conan had no way of avoiding Vidia's questioning, he was not yet skilled in the cheekiness and rhetorical attainments that a lord should have. He had heard of the bloody battle a year earlier, when he was still searching for the Grey Friars all over the world in the city of Abbasquia, but of course he did not participate in that war, and from the perspective of the natives, he was indeed like a vulture devouring carrion.

If it was Montgomery, he could pat his chest and swear to defend the farmer from the same calamity, if it was Mitchelson he could borrow foreign aid by flexible means, only Conan, who had nothing but his own imperial nobility, and although he knew a lot of knowledge, it was obvious that this so-called knowledge would not always be useful in the event of a foreign invasion.

This is also why Conan was in a hurry to build a mill. The construction of a mill by the river was sure to develop the local economy, and by the way, to gather some of the wealth from the farmers' agricultural products, and to force Valuno and several surrounding nobles to send troops to protect the village.

When there is no water conservancy mill, everyone can make do with the cattle, but once they get used to the convenience of the water conservancy mill, who wants to serve those stupid animals again?

But all this is an afterthought, Conan's face flushed, in the time of this time in the territory, no one has spoken to him so presumptuously for a long time, he feels a little embarrassed, but when it comes to force, it is obviously not the opponent of the young man in front of him, so he had to stumble and say: "Then who are you? It seems that you have witnessed that bloody battle, but what have you done on the battlefield?"

Conan had guessed from the young man's words that he was supposed to be a nobleman from the Northlands, but considering that he was about his age, he probably hadn't been directly involved in the battle.

Unfortunately, Vidia's reaction was completely unexpected by Conan, although he still had a straight face, but there was a brilliance in his eyes that was difficult to hide. But at this moment, a sudden sound of horses barking from the forest interrupted the conversation between the two Rao.

The two teenagers looked eagerly at the jungle, Zheng Weidiya first lowered his voice and said: "Listening to the movement, it doesn't seem like there are many people, in this way, pick up the leak and become the lord's son, you take off your clothes first, and then follow me over to see the situation, remember to stand behind me." ”

Conan frowned, although he was not satisfied with what Vedia called him, but it was obviously not the time to argue, Conan immediately took off his overly eye-catching red coat, and only followed Vedia's pace towards the jungle with the white sweatshirt inside.

The sound of horses barking one after another, in addition, the two of them also faintly heard the sound of someone stomping on the ground, and their minds naturally made up a scene of a person pulling a horse walking.

"Didn't you meet a stupid thief who stole horses. Vedia muttered in a pretended lightness as she took off the stiff bow she was carrying on her back. "I don't know if he can shiver and dodge a few of my arrows. ”

Out of the corner of his eye, Conan looked at the stiff bow on Vedia's back. He had learned from the caravan guards that could be used for more than a dozen paces, such as the bow and arrow that Vidia held in his hand, which was actually rare in the Northland or even in the entire Greater Pruth region.

The caravan's guards called it the long and short bow, and although the back of the bow was shorter than the longbow, it did not require any effort to pull it up, and it was more powerful than the longbow. The long and short bow is actually a long-range strike weapon used for immediate combat, but because there are not many people in the caravan who can fire arrows while riding horses, the guards often jokingly refer to them as "useless long and short bows".

But in any case, after taking the long and short bow, Vidia's entire Rao spirit is still very different from just now, if Conan insists on finding a word to describe the changes in Vidia's body, then he can only have a little wolf nature in this person.

His steps became lighter, and even when he walked on fallen leaves, he could barely make a sound, but strangely enough, his attention was not on his feet, but on the forest in front of him, as if he had seen through it. The two ears were inadvertently cocked slightly, and the veins on them tightened hard, freeing a beast that was preparing to hunt.

Conan followed closely behind Vidia, and his hands and feet also seemed very light, at least not making any loud noise, but he secretly complained in his heart. He walked much slower than Vidia, and as far as he could, choose roads with fewer leaves, and concentrate entirely on the ground under his feet and in front of him, as if only in this way could he keep up with Vidia's cause. This not only caused him to feel a little frustrated, they were all the same young people, but Vidia was so much better than him.

Fortunately, they were not far from the place where Vidia tied the horse, and in three or five minutes, a horse and a figure appeared in Errao's field of vision.

Although it was nearly noon, the thin layer of mist in the forest did not dissipate in the slightest. Conan could only see a vague figure in the forest, looking like a tall man, but Vidia had already grasped the arrow in his hand, his eyes were sharp, and he locked the moving figure tightly, as if he was sure of it.

Not being ashamed of his eyesight, the young Lord of the Green Water River Fort hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop Vedia who was taking a bow, this was his territory, if Vedia shot at the people under his rule, it would inevitably cause trouble. He lowered his voice and said, "Wait a minute, don't shoot him yet, can you just shoot him in front of him, scare him, and let me go up and negotiate." ”

The speaker was unintentional, the listener was intentional, although it was in a tense situation where the situation was unknown, Vidia's face still showed a somewhat approving smile, and even the beastly nature that had just diffused on his body slowed down a little, he nodded slightly, and said in a lower voice: "I didn't expect you to have a little conscience as a straw bale lord." With that, he loosened the bowstring that had just tightened in his hand.

"Don't worry, I'll help you be this good person. Just go up and wait until you get closer, and the bow and arrow in my hand will naturally be measured. ”

Looking at the iron arrow in Vidia's hand, Conan's heart had a feeling of unease, but at this time, the words had been released, and the reversal was naturally a failure, so he stepped forward step by step, and while walking, he silently prayed to Satin in his heart, hoping that Vidia's bow and arrow would not be too crooked.

It was only a dozen meters away, and the originally vague figure in front of him quickly became clear in Conan's eyes, and he was a little surprised that the man in front of him who was stealing the horse had a full head of white hair, but judging from his body shape and the faintly heard sound of breathing, this person was obviously a young man in his prime.

"Smack!"

While observing the white-haired man, Conan stepped on a withered branch on the Lin without paying attention. The sound of the branches breaking evidently alerted the man, who turned his head to look in the direction where Conan was standing, with some confusion.

At the same time, with the sound of the bowstring pulling, an arrow was also shot towards the position between the man and Conan in a daze, and the man's mouth immediately let out a cry that Conan felt very familiar, but did not understand, and then took out a meter-long sword from his waist, and walked towards Conan while staring nervously at the direction in which the bow and arrow were shot.

Seeing that the man in front of him had an absolute advantage in size and weight, Conan panicked in his heart, but he could only pull out the short sword he carried at his waist in the same hand, and let out a childish battle cry to embolden himself.

Running is definitely not able to run, the man is nearly a head and a half taller than Conan, and most of these advantages are in the legs, and the probability of escaping is not as high as the chance of winning a desperate fight. Besides, Conan still has Vedia's bow and arrows behind him, and the man has to be distracted to deal with the bow and arrow, and the swordsmanship in his hand should be a little slower.

Vedia, who was hiding in the woods, saw that the matter seemed to be unresolved, so he strode out of the place where he had just been hiding while shooting arrows.

I had to do it, the archer's archery skills were indeed clever, and he was only a dozen steps away from the arrows while walking, and when his walking speed did not decrease slightly, he had already released five arrows at the man in a row, and each arrow was stunned towards the vital point, and the sound of air tearing was constantly drawn in the air.

Of course, the man didn't dare to be careless, he changed the original trajectory of movement in a daze, dodged two of them, and then used the sword in his hand to block left and right, so that he could intercept the remaining three arrows from the air, and then he breathed a long sigh of relief, and shouted a word loudly, which sounded like a compliment from the tone.

But Vedia obviously couldn't do so much, he threw the bow in his hand on the ground, and at the same time took out a sword from his bosom, and was about to stick to his body and fight the white-haired man.

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